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[title] => Twilight City
[time] => 2005-06-21 20:38:55
[hometext] => Twilight City of the Futurist Mind Book II, a long poem (the year is 3976 a new independence of mind and a search in Quadrant U of the known galaxy has led Zebba Whitsen and his crew further towards their goal of returning to Earth)
[bodytext] => Poem Contents Inner-mind Gem Mine Zebba Whitsen Interstellar Fellar Biibyl Midribel The Wondermaker The Other Side of the Galaxy Keeping It All Together When Sunlight Through the Window Came Cosmic Collapse Strange Western After-life Dream Tabal Sforen Where the Shrill Beckons Marble Planet Once Upon a Strange Occurrence Dungeons of Planet Sinaveve Shall We Dwell? Ephemeral Splinter Light Years from Now Pronounced Silhouettes of Former Men Aureole Eyes like December Glass Planet Sinaveve Lament Dandelion-lady of the Lake Whisper Your Name The Brook Whatever Time May Bring Don’t You Know, Baby Babe, You Know Girl, I Have a Secret Place for Us to Go Sunshine Love Rockin’ the Juke-joint Intruder Alert! Carousel Song Twilight City Coagulated Music Video Patients of Destiny A Wild Blue Adonis Images Culled from Obscurity Upside-down Poetess This Oblivion Fate Daylight Hears You Crawl Eternal Scent Bone Plateau Spectacle of Fire Motion The Mystery of the Night Behind a Mirror of Draped Thoughts The Flames of Daybreak The Hearts of Time A Haunted Breeze in the Villa Caves of Diamond Memories Wreaking Madness for Amusement -Inner-mind Gem Mine The Memory Holder: There are things you just don’t know Many places where you are afraid to go But let me take you to the far-out place With sapphire eyes and a pure blue face The StarFlower: The color is vital blood red The fresh lives being led Lollygag Brutus: Do you want to go to the desert of the squawking crow? Then we will have to fly the ship pretty low Zebbe Whitsen: Have I spoken of the inner-mind gems? Do you wish to seek them? Did you ever think you might be them? Zebba Whitsen: I will take a roast beef on pumpernickel Hold the mayo and the pickles We all know how some minds can be fickle -Zebba Whitsen Lollygag Brutus: I have knickknacks Where my mind does lack A hack-a-sack (all alone) His name is Zebba Whitsen Some say he is at his wit's end Do not accuse his hair of having split ends ('cause it don't) Zebba Whitsen: Yeah, we stopped The Memory Holder Before he could lock us in the mind-control hole He would have left us dazed, dumb and out in the twilight cold Now all we have to do is get back home The StarFlower: A task that will not be easy Gee, I hope your stomach is not feeling queasy You'll have to meet the liquor-tuned Biibyl Midribel In the joint called Slice o' Greasy" Zebba Whitsen: If it must be done Do it we must...and have lunch Lollygag Brutus, go fetch the purified water From the Venusian elephant's trunk Sally Astronomicle: O scotch-guarding scooters Catapult from canyon cannons on Jupiter When we ride to Quadrant U we better test the subterranean sub-woofers -Interstellar Fellar Zebba Whitsen: I see something beautiful It rests in your eyes Sally Astronomicle: We are all made of triangles Moving through silver skies Open the door to the shingled cellar I guess you are an interstellar fellar” Lollygag Brutus: I wish you two would continue This engaging conversation Some other time For now we must Meet the one We have been trying so hard to find... -Biibyl Midribel Parsven Undertoad: Biibyl Midribel is an old acquaintance of mine I cheated him out of his bounty many a time He has always held it against me, but I will not hide His nose is crooked His face looks funny He likes to eat eggs that are runny Argh! Me matey He is a space pirate with a ship named Sadie And he tries to woo all the ladies I do not like him very much I equate him to a fester of pus He is always blabbing about pointless stuff -The Wondermaker Vestaisiax: Jumping rats Ate my can’t On senses to enhance The StarFlower: If you look into the sky Notice The wondermaker -The Other Side of the Galaxy Zebba Whitsen: Yeah, you know You just cannot let go O everyone is going pro Professor Obrioutte: When you start to shiver and shake Just remember that you are not an invertebrate And don’t let anyone tell you that them’s the breaks Zebba Whitsen: I’m going to jump across the Gajhgut Hills I will find something more than real It looks like an alligator is licking its chops And I will look for you On the other side of the galaxy I’ll look for you, I’ll look for you On the other side of the galaxy -Keeping It All Together Sally Astronomicle: I feel freezing My mind is easing On to the picnic table That sits spits teething Zebba Whitsen: Winds of fire World of flaming brains Keeping it all together Keeping it slightly sane Wenduvian Women: A figure of a man Conjectured in his shadow Dogs are waterlogged In the straight and (bone) marrow Space Leopards: Say, we will return Let the chorus wheel burn All chameleon thoughts, we will discern -When Sunlight Through the Window Came Zebba Whitsen: When sunlight through the window came Pouring through like the Persian armies Crowding Drought and Harmony In the Drying Season The Oligantigalle Prose Militia had already Extended itself to the Cod Regallas” -Cosmic Collapse Biibyl Midribel: There are rumors… Of the StarFlower’s origins And how he forged twilight into flame Marring an inexplicable stain -Strange Western After-life Dream Zebba Whitsen: Come around and join the celebration We will slow dance To eternity’s sweet melodies And then the swift fiddler Will join the banjo player And bluegrass will emanate from the concert hall Come around and join the celebration This is a glimpse into A strange Western after-life dream Grab your partner Dose-e-doe Let loose your joy and forget your woes There is a herd of mythic cattle And their hooves were made of pure gold They are said to graze in vast fields O to find them searching on the living plains in vain Yet here in the dream Here in the dream… -Tabal Sforen Parsven Undertoad: I have a big belt-buckle W/a mural of skeletal steers Let us be spirited cowpokes in this ghost town Six shooters And I think I have Caught my spurs in the sagebrush Phosphorous bandits in bandanas Rickety steel wagons w/so much gold They ride right through them I want your silver coins in my saddlebags Wenduvian Women: But we don’t want to fight the bad men! Lollygag Brutus: They came herding into town Paint the buildings lime-green reverse There is desperation in the pleas of the townsfolk Wagons of silver shot to pieces In the saloon they all have a shot of whiskey Except for Tabal Sforen, who lingers in a corner They see gallows and flames reflected in his eyes Sally Astronomicle: He is a phantom in rhinestone duds He goes dancing through space For the red-blooming buds -Where the Shrill Beckons Tabal Sforen: I see a dark silhouette at the frame of the door An etching of a cowboy hat Smiles back from Gorgolo’s Saloon window You can see them Yes, they are singing You can see them all still drinking Where restless spirits go When they cannot sleep And you know, cowboys are always the last to leave On the space range You can go insane If you do not take in the beauty On the space range Your life they will claim For the bounty hunt is their duty Where the shrill beckons Well, I reckon Life goes by in milliseconds -Marble Planet Space Leopards: We are on a planet Haunted by an array of overcast spirits We have come for the statue of Dia de los Muertos This statue we will take I hope our gravity boots do not shake For then the statue will drop and break Then our greedy hearts would ache We are on a planet made wholly of marble -Once Upon a Strange Occurrence Vestaisiax: Once upon a strange occurrence… A token for the esteem of ditch-diggers They have gained many a space explorer’s trust No one sees the mad skeletons Scratching on the asylum walls -Dungeons of Planet Sinaveve Parsven Undertoad: What lurks in the now-seemingly tranquil Dungeons of Planet Sinaveve Could it be beastly knights? Ready to cast a rusty blade at invisible opponents Could it be the chop-block man? Ready to lop off the noggins of unfaithful servants Are the star-crossed lovers going to save each other from disparate peril? Not down here, no There is a place for them to stretch out Way out Maybe as far out as they can go And the human-spike tomb is a good way To catch up on some much needed rest The Duke of Planet Sinaveve comes down the dungeon steps What does he think of all this madness? He revels in the sight The Duke of Planet Sinaveve: More to it all, More to it all! -Shall We Dwell? Zebba Whitsen: I think of yesteryear And wander through a good dream’s voice to hear Lovely thoughts of the well Where our cherished waters dwell Can you not feel my love for you, my dear? Are you thinking, as am I, of yesteryear? Shall we put on our fancy dress and gaudy apparel? Shall we dance at the ball where royalty waits in peril? Shall we dwell in a thing of haunting beauty? Where we can see each other by the light of a moonbeam What do you intend to do with the remaining hours of the evening? Shall we dwell in the forbidden land where the teasing breeze turns freezing? -Ephemeral Splinter The StarFlower: The residual influence Of a Greek Tragedy’s affluence -Light Years from Now Lollygag Brutus: Just to be me And to stand again By the clear blue sea Seizing the day In a sea of knowledge A place where carefree lambs go to frolic -Pronounced The StarFlower: I have quoted in the past A memory of glass That fogs when the breath of ages Increases voluminous wavelengths to inspire new youth Let me calmly expose sharp talons used to grip a false body We have crushed a head not even worth dropping -Silhouettes of Former Men Vestaisiax: Beside a hill of shattered ornaments Extraneous limbs feign a weak attempt Infinite worlds collapse in sheer black I am here standing in front of stage-prop pearls To exhibit the show At long last -Aureole Zebba Whitsen: Laid a wreath for my soul to keep It rests in the wither of Bitter Winter It wouldn't keep, would not keep Sincerity carefully set to recede Not even the freshest appearance Of our precious spirits Lasts long enough to keep No wreath could contain The depths of my Broken-down composure When I have vanished Bending to the night's abandonment Frigid grounds will keep But what when sincerity carelessly recedes? -Eyes like December Glass Biibyl Midribel: A blackbird has a perch on a cauldron Eyes like December glass Sensational spirits sip fine wine in a chalice of silver Planet Sinaveve holds the dreams of unwanted night chills Rustling chains Jack-in-the-rack What new means of imprisonment will they use against themselves? By all means New incantations are the way sensational spirits call forth their lost loves -Planet Sinaveve Lament Biibyl Midribel: O Planet Sinaveve! How could I think that living in you Would be like living in a dream within a dream? I throw down my troubadour’s dance And in anguish take up My knight’s lance -Dandelion-lady of the Lake Zebba Whitsen: If your eyes Do not shine W/some things you know You may not Make them glow It is your lovin’ I just don’t know Lollygag Brutus: Where are you going? I can see your tired feet Walking up and down Camelot’s old village street Zebba Whitsen: On the mountain top it is snowing I would like to meet Your love that makes men shiver when you are sweet -Whisper Your Name Zebba Whitsen: Languidly moving from side to side I see where my fellow mind Does take its place in the moon to abide You made a change Once you were my main Squeeze, but you won't Let me even hold your hand anymore You were once my glittering comfort My shade in the sun My shelter in the rain Now you will not even let me Whisper your name At the creek-bed Where I cannot raise my head To see you Tell me, is this the last I have seen of you? I hear what you say, But it does not seem to be true Because I know That you are going to stick around Deep down inside And I will still Whisper like a clown When you've cried -The Brook Zebba Whitsen: You have reached the brook The lonely brook At your reflection, you took a look You came out looking like no one cared You turned into a bird without feathers You do not have it all together Your land of supple lovin' seems to be bare Why will I not let you? You know I will not forget you Why will I not let you move on? You've lost lovin' for me and it just seems wrong But you You won't let us go You're a pinching for an inch on love And itching for a living Sally Astronomicle: I may be drained Still I have love for you the same Zebba Whitsen: All you wanted was love Now the day is turning gray And all you wanted is slowly going away -Whatever Time May Bring Zebba Whitsen: You know it well by now, my friend We can go through this again All over the place All over every place I see you rockin' away It's time to let love chase you down And bring many hearts around It is time you know Whatever time may bring Hold me close so our hearts can sing Together Yes, together Together, whatever Time may bring You know I will love you And it is in you being with me That I believe in -Don’t You Know, Baby Zebba Whitsen: Babe, O don’t you know I love you, baby Don’t you know I love you, baby? You drive drive drive me You have really got my pedal to the floor I am all revved up And I am rip-roaring Babe, O don’t you know I love you, baby Don’t you know I love you, baby You fly fly fly me All around the universe I have my hyper-drive all geared up And my wings are on the rise As I see you on the horizon -Babe, You Know Sally Astronomicle: Babe, you know I love you Babe, you know It is true Starlove Beside me ‘til the end Come to me, we will live the future tense -Girl, I Have a Secret Place for Us to Go Zebba Whitsen: Girl, I want you to know Girl, I have a secret place for us to go Thin rivers can be made wide And we will get carried away on the spatial tide To our secret place An island with a rainbow waterfall I really love it when the moon calls out your name I think we were meant for this secret place We will sit and talk Then we might take a twilight walk It is so serene Here in this secret place I just love how the night with you tastes -Sunshine Love Sally Astronomicle: Miniature goldbeaters So many fish eaters Can you catch the card cheetahs? Down ‘round them parts You might find a ghost Holding on to a candy heart Professor Obrioutte: Impulsive Can it be Repulsive Is it he? Propulsion How fast is free? Lollygag Brutus: I tried to batten down the hatches W/a box of wet matches The Venusian elephant broke free from its cage As Zebba harnessed a molecular ray Zebba Whitsen: This is my love for you You have to see My love is true I am dancing on the Dream of love River is flowing Our love is glowing You are my sunshine love We’re dancing on the dream Yeah, we’re dancing on the dream of love Give me your hand I’ll take you through the dream Give me your love I’ll show you so much to believe Sunshine love Dream of love We’re dancing I will hold the embrace you have given In our dream of love That I am truly living -Rockin’ the Juke-joint Zebba Whitsen: We’ll rock the juke-joint at the twilight hour We’ll try not to make any faces turn sour We have the moves Yeah, we can prove That we are rockin’ the juke-joint They serve patties and fries We will give all you people a live surprise You will not believe your eyes ‘Cause the way we rock We’re going to knock Your socks right off -Intruder Alert! Lollygag Brutus: Excuse me, Miss How do you do? I see you have on Your red high-heeled shoes Where you headed? Are you going my way? From the way you look you have something to say But are you going to look at me? I have a dog hitched up to dancing fleas He even does tricks If you throw him a stick He will go fetch There are many fish In this galactic sea But none of them are as quite a catch As you And please do not think of me as rude No, I do not meant to intrude I would just like to ask you What would you do If you were in love, too? I know I have a reputation Some folks call me the jolly-Lolly jerk O I see that I have put you on intruder alert -Carousel Song Space Leopards: Gasses harasses Have to be alive Because they are alive Because they are alive Carousing the housing Has painted windows Because they are alive Because they are alive Carousel parasail Had a broken implement Because they are alive Because they are alive -Twilight City Vestaisiax: Something glows in it Glows within the twilight city Shall we dwell within its gleaming walls? Lollygag Brutus: Lap up your cactus sugar-water It will put you in a good mood Zebba Whitsen: I hear you say that you are waiting So I wonder if we are still debating Is it worth the weight In heartache? You will find Men lose their minds Sometimes You skip sand dollars across the shoreline Are you trading the grain of sand for the granule? Are you trading the year for the annual? -Coagulated Music Video Professor Obrioutte: There is no need of breaking Your head over bricks And throwing the dice Over magic tricks, neighbor Hope I do not gripe that the sabre- Tooth clock is always Ahead of the Reticulum Biotics O it is derivative! Give a dog A tuffet Of a puppet Let us make a music video Where all the stage props dance around Then coagulate like blood Exposing their nucleus of dalliance -Patients of Destiny Daalar Kricho: I am what you look for in the night The stormy horizon and the playful shadows Taking form on the window-sill All night creatures are born of the midnight will Do you hear the fake rustling of the leaves? I did not know that the corruptible ones could conceive Of a night so awash in a star-light spectacle I do intend to make use of the festivities Let us not hasten the dreaded hour of sunrise It is a time of much contemplation We operate on the patience of destiny We seek out the patients of destiny -A Wild Blue Adonis Sally Astronomicle: Zebba, the star-beams are upon us I see you as a wild blue Adonis -Images Culled from Obscurity Professor Obrioutte: The haunted castles Brightening floods Let us not get carried away Don’t be foolish But be courageous That you may not suffer miscarriage The invisible hand The grasping throat man I hope we find Earth soon Principalities prenatal esophagus Not a charity of breathing As you may expect -Upside-down Poetess Wenduvian Women: A poetess for Earth is bound Her world is upside-down She has a silly frown The color of a gold-crème crown She will wear In her rose-washed hair -This Oblivion Fate Daalar Kricho: It is lonely in this tomb It is lonely in this life’s cell But now I have some company in this dark well Because we all know what misery loves And I have made a vow to myself The misery is a gift I will give to others It is lonely in the torture chamber of the devil’s den Beaten by the seductress Love to her is pain and solace I have tasted her sweet rapture She is like the burning daughter of the Euphrates River When my senses were severed from my subconscious Let loose the immortal context Of destiny spent imprisoned Let loose the immortal context Of destiny meant for oblivion This oblivion fate A soul dangling near the mouth of the gate Can you catch the formless child before the vow breaks? -Daylight Hears You Crawl Parsven Undertoad: Daylight hears you crawl Daylight here she comes Talking to you pleasantly About the weather presently It seems there might be A storm coming through She wants to talk with you And tell you all about what she saw A water drop firstly Then steady the sky was bursting And the desert used to be thirsty She came in And she sat down At the table Her hair was dark and brown She stared for a minute Then looked down for two She was chasing spirits In Gorgolo’s Saloon Daylight hears you crawl Across the desert Into the bathroom stall You've made your bed In muddy straw She thinks the sun is coming for us all -Eternal Scent Zebba Whitsen: I feel like I have been crawling out of the dirt Trying to get back to Earth I am far away from home The scent of other souls Do they think that they are alone? I have struggled to be set free W/the dancing rivers of desire My soul will be refreshed I am far away from home The scent of other souls Do they think that they are alone? I am giving you a message to get back To the place from where I was sent I am finding your everything from your eternal scent -Bone Plateau Space Leopards: There is a bone plateau Have you ever noticed the edges of finger-laces, How sharp they are? To walk the distance of scarred transportation And never make it from the couch to the car The highways have bled With lives unfortunately fled They will afford for new risks Got buried away in avalanche bliss -Spectacle of Fire Motion Lixrishia Empress: Her strength is drawn from within... On wings of silver destiny she flew thru makeshift twilight To the console of Ceraenndai to confer with me And examine the droning plight So many victims had there been in the kingdom's rural provinces The warrior drones, preying on the huntresses, have dishonored their code with offenses The console listens as her blade glistens Saailei huntress demands To take a stand Drones have steel-plated armor, short & long spikes, and grappling claws. Saailei huntress has stealth prowess, power drain, And the ability to land on her feet when she falls The battle is set and in a spectacle of fire motion Saailei huntress jumps, Twirls her body and kicks the archaic drones in to a land fill dump. She stands at the foot Of the Waste Mount, All who would challenge her She surmounts -The Mystery of the Night Parsven Undertoad: Do you want to feast tonight? Feed the inner-beast tonight? Do you want to decipher the mystery of the night? Just look inside The path to the pit is wide Convince yourself everything is fine Will you be ruler of the lost? Destined to interpret dreams of uncertainty Are you dining on their painful cries? Wear the image of a tired prize They think they are nothing without their idols They will be walking a death-march for many miles Just look inside See who you really are Your life is a scar On the face of existence This is the mystery of the night Where we all turn into Slightly altered images of ourselves Ever so slightly The nightly altar images Fight their way into your brain I will bring you a withering flower At our fateful hour -Behind a Mirror of Draped Thoughts Professor Obrioutte: Ah, so we find That the light ever brightly blinds, Our fleeing paths cross and we match wits with the will to survive There's a question on our minds Will we find our home planet? Or are we victims of the night's painful charade? How far are they willing to take this game? How do we rid ourselves of our galactic nuisance It feels like this is real galactic nonsense Behind a mirror of draped thoughts Lies our path to freedom -The Flames of Daybreak Sally Astronomicle: Lying in your arms Was like the earth's crust thrust Upon my shoulders Time has grown older And the air has turned colder But we have gotten bolder Zebba Whitsen: I think I am getting misty-eyed I have flattered the lady to foolishness I think I shall turn in for the night You can reappear to this feasting crowd Lollygag Brutus: I do not know where you have Been in my mind climbing around on ladders And bent-metal pressed against loose teeth Zebba Whitsen: Can you see into the future? The StarFlower: Of course not Let us step away from the flames of daybreak... -The Hearts of Time Vestaisiax: A long, feathery cape The grasp they cannot escape The hour is getting late The hearts anxiously await their return The chorus wheel begins to burn Zebba Whitsen: Tell me, have we found it Or have we searched Yet in vain The StarFlower: It is not for me to tell you It is for you to tell yourself You could search the entire universe And still he would evade you But he would be right in front of you Search inside yourself Zebba Whitsen: My gosh-ity It would be an atrocity If I have searched in vain -A Haunted Breeze in the Villa Zebba Whitsen: I sit alone In my midnight chair Surrounded by Night Maidens These are not creatures, they are songs of twilight There are some who claim That in certain villas One can find A haunted breeze I know of it I have been comforted by its cool companionship I'll go with the haunted breeze It's a common pastime in Quadrant U I love to feel the freedom of the air The haunted breeze is blowing through my snakeskin hair I am in this night Like a bite On a ghostly mite -Caves of Diamond Memories Biibyl Midibel: If you are A June bug of doom Where are your jittery-critter wings? Daalar Kricho: They are hidden, of course Perhaps I will show you Vestaisiax: At this very hour There are new acquaintances being made In a cocoon of love that is a cold, damp cave Sally Astronomicle: I just love this shade Daalar Kricho: I am having a perfectly refined moment Do you like diamond memories, my dear? They are those from whence You can create any past you want -Wreaking Madness for Amusement Lollygag Brutus: Our gas-tank is down to its last gallon We will have just enough fuel in the Galactic Stallion To reach our homeland destination ... Sally Astronomicle: There is a face Cemented in the sidewalk Lollygag Brutus: Who do you suppose it belongs to? Zebba Whitsen: O I do not know [comments] => 0 [counter] => 686 [topic] => 53 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => scifi )
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